40 YEARS BEING QUIET - THE LIFE OF JAPAN

December 20th marks the 40th anniversary of the release of Japan’s third LP, Quiet Life, issued on this date in 1979.

If I remember correctly, it must have been very early in 1980 when I came across it in my local record shop back in Thunder Bay, ON.  I’m not sure if I’d ever heard of the band before seeing the record.  I don’t recall them being mentioned in the music press before that album.  Maybe a stray ad for one of their first two albums might have crossed my sight line without garnering much notice.  

The cover of Quiet Life, however, made an immediate impact.  David Sylvian looked so cool.  Goddamn he was one suave fucker, to paraphrase Frank Booth!  That Andy Warhol bleach blonde hair, the “talk to the hand” gesture, the porcelain skin and those lipstick red lips, all soft-focused in overexposed white light, like he was walking past heaven, but couldn’t be bothered.  Mick Karn was on the back cover looking almost as pretty and, inside the gate-fold sleeve, the remaining three band members were similarly posed in their fashionable finery.  They still had this hint of their glam roots showing, but they’d cleaned it up with some “new wave” hipness which kept the androgyny in tact without it seeming sleazy.   

Japan were the forbears of the “New Romantic” look, which would explode soon after with bands like Duran Duran, who shamelessly pilfered Japan’s look, in my opinion.  But what would soon become apparent upon listening to the record was that these were not just a bunch of glamour boys with a fashion fetish.  These guys could actually play and compose some amazing music.  They were all self taught and, after their initial dalliances with crass exploitation, their 3rd album found a balance between image and substance and a certain legitimacy took hold in their sound and subject matter that didn’t feel forced or put on.  

Prior to this album, Japan had been heavily laden with a "New York Dolls" kind of trashiness.  It came across as slightly vulgar and excessive, though not quite as crude as Johansen & company.  David’s singing style on Japan's first two LPs was a sort of whine, like a spoiled brat and there was this swagger to their approach that came off as vaguely pretentious.  The songs, however, weren’t total trash.  In fact, they had some decent hooks, though the lyrics were occasionally naive and juvenile.  Technically, they were accomplished musicians, but it was all painted and powdered up with so much foundation, lip-gloss and neon hair that it was often laughable as a total package.

Then came the single, Life In Tokyo, and working with producer Giorgio Moroder, which set the band suddenly deflecting into another trajectory.  Though David’s voice still had its bratty snarl, the music clicked into a cool Euro-disco pulse thanks to Georgio and he handed them the keys to reshaping their identity.  Life In Tokyo was issued in April of 1979 and, by the time Quiet Life came out in December, the transformation from slutty rock prostitutes to cool handed romantics was complete.  Now, they were more late stage Roxy Music than New York Dolls, but with some Berlin Bowie iciness added to their sound to sculpt them into a sleek techno-new-wave machine.  

The title track for the album kicks it off with echoes of that Moroder-style synth pulse from Richard Barbieri.  Mick’s fretless bass slips into it’s undercurrent and gives the tight, metronome perfect disco beat from Steve Jansen something rubbery to bounce against.  Rob Dean’s guitar slices in with minimal, clean rhythmic slashes that make the whole thing glint with a sheen like a well polished luxury car. Then David debuts his new crooner baritone voice and sings a song about detachment and departing, leaving the old behind and looking forward.  It’s a perfect way to display this shiny new version of Japan as they propel into an album that cruises effortlessly from one pristine track to the next.

In spite of the impeccable perfectionism displayed in the production of this LP, it never comes across as overwrought, contrived or lacking spontaneity.  The balance within the arrangements always retains a sense of proportion and things like solos and fills are delivered with a meticulous restraint that is strictly dedicated to serving the greater good of the song as a whole.  As glamorous and glowing as it all appears, it doesn’t feel showy or ostentatious. It’s tasteful and constrained, but driven by a taut energy that keeps the momentum going forward at all times. At a mere 8 songs, the album is a concise expression of their newfound oeuvre.  All the tracks are Sylvian compositions save for a cover of Lou Reed’s Velvet Underground classic, All Tomorrow’s Parties, which is rendered like a spectral dream.  The track begins and ends with an asynchronous looping synth refrain that creates the sense of entering into another dimension.  

Japan would go on to do 2 more stunning studio albums after this, each one pushing their creative potential to new heights.  But creative differences would take their tole by the time Tin Drum made them a household name (at least in the UK) and their final tour in support of that album would become their epitaph with the release of the live LP, Oil on Canvas.  Post breakup, solo careers would deliver many more albums of exceptional music with varying degrees of success, but nothing near the popularity of the band at its peak.  A short-lived reunion as Rain Tree Crow in the early 1990s delivered one more stellar album of original material before they went back to their solo careers.  The death of Mick Karn in 2011 was a tragic blow to fans of the band as his presence was a key ingredient in giving them their distinctive sound.  Japan has since managed to establish a legacy that shows every sign of lasting along with other greats from the era.  All of it truly started to come into focus with the Quiet Life LP.